It Has to Start Sometime

New beginnings are always a great time! I am constantly in awe of the resoluteness one needs for the closing of the door behind to walk slowly but assuredly away from one’s comfort. And then how soon it can be followed by the exhilaration and anticipation of new worlds to be found in the opening of the doors ahead.

This is where I find myself. Wanting… Maybe even needing… to enter a new unexplored world. Yet I still enjoy and find fulfillment and rest in the world in which I presently reside.

Living simultaneously in two worlds… It can’t last forever… But while it does, I will enjoy the ride.


Share Your World – January 15, 2018


Share Your World

January 15, 2018

  • Complete this sentence: I’m looking forward to….
  • What is your favorite comfort snack food? 
  • What was one of your first moneymaking jobs (other than babysitting or newspaper delivery)?

Complete this sentence: I’m looking forward to….


What is your favorite comfort snack food? 


What was one of your first moneymaking jobs (other than babysitting or newspaper delivery)?


Written for Share Your World- January 15, 2018. Requirements: Answer the questions.  (If a picture is worth one thousand words, I really came through on this one?) 

It’s Not You, It’s Me.


“Natalie, why don’t you come over this evening. I’ll put some fresh hickory logs on the flames. I think we need to talk.” His kindly spoken words continued to reverberate through my mind the entire work day.

“I think we need to talk.”

“I think we need to talk.”

“No! We don’t need to talk!” I thought. “I like things just the way they are. I don’t want to hear the next set of dreaded words. ‘It’s not you. It’s me.”

“Why can’t life have a pause button? When you find a season in life where life is good… just press pause.”

I boldly stepped to his door. Smiling at his security cameras as I firmly pressed the call buzzer.

There was a vile rumbling beginning to be birthed in the pit of my stomach. The rest of my body was quaking in nervous trepidation.

“Hi, Alfred. It’s me.”

The door slowly opened. I was confused. The room was filled, foyer to fireplace, with roses from every color of the palette.

Alfred was handsomely dressed in a tuxedo. Suddenly, I saw him on one knee.

“Oh, my?????” I remembered saying.

Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner. 

These Aren’t Mom’s Mushrooms

Spider tree

“Did you hear that?”

“Go back to sleep,” whispered Travis to his brother. “It’s just raccoons out hunting.”

“But I can feel ‘em moving about.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ray-Ray. Roll over. Go to sleep. Hay bailing tomorrow’s gonna come early.”

“I’m serious, Travis. I can feel them walking around.

“You can’t feel raccoons walk.”

“Spiders, Travis. Spiders… All over me!” Ray-Ray was quickly crawling out of the bunk and untangling himself from his sleeping bag.

“Hand me the flashlight. I’ve got to go to the bathroom anyway.”

“No way I’m going out there! They’ll get me!”

“What is wrong with you? Why are you covering your ears with your sleeping bag?”

“The noise! It’s so loud!”

A small baggie fell out of Ray-Ray’s sleeping bag.

Travis picked it up and redirected the small beam of light. “Ray-Ray, you didn’t get these mushrooms from Mom.”

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Requirements: Given the accompanying picture prompt, create a flash fiction story of 100-150 words.

Share Your World – January 8, 2018


Share Your World

January 8, 2018

  • Do you prefer a bath or shower?

  • What do you do to make a living or during the day? If you are retired what mostly occupies your day? Or if you are a student what are you studying?
  • Is there a stuffed animal in your bedroom?

Do you prefer a bath or shower?

  • I prefer showers.

What do you do to make a living or during the day? If you are retired what mostly occupies your day? Or if you are a student what are you studying?

  • I am a language arts middle school teacher- 30+ years.

Is there a stuffed animal in your bedroom?

There are, at the present time, eight stuffed animals in my room. None of them are mine! They all belong to my coal black Shih Tzu , Maximilian.

  • A penguin
  • A skunk
  • Two alligators
  • A teddy bear
  • A moose
  • A duck
  • A tyrannosaurus rex

I do have one stuffed animal in my writing nook: Pudgy- a yellow-furred teddy bear.

Written for Share Your World- January 8, 2018. Requirements: Answer the questions.

Grandpa Amlodd’s Dragon


“He’s not supposed to be green, Jess.”

The six-year-olds gazed high atop the old stone barn. Bedtime stories of Merlin… Arthur… and dragons… filled their heads.

“Grandpa Amlodd smithied the copper dragon to protect our farms. Now look at him.”

“The copper dragon has to be freed.”

Racing to the farmhouse, the boys quickly did what they did at school. They googled.

“Ketchup!” They explained at the same time.

Armed with two ketchup bottles in one hand and the extension ladder from the gardening shed penned under their opposing pits, the boys set off the release Grandpa Amlodd’s dragon.

Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: Using the given prompt, create a 99 word flash fiction story. January 4, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Copper Country. It can be any place, fictional, historical, or on another planet. Go where the copper leads.

Anything for Buster



“7:37…. Now, to find the red door.”

I turned to the left… then the right. There was no one.

“Well, that’s good. No one will get hurt. And she can’t hide in the crowds.”

I’m not sure why I thought I was looking for a she? The voice on all three calls had been distorted.

“There it is!” I hadn’t meant to say anything aloud. It just happened. The red door was thee office buildings down and to the right.

Upon reaching the door, I was reluctant to open it. Sure, the instructions said to step inside and place the money on the counter. Leave. Buster would be returned immediately.

“But can you trust the word of a kidnapper? Ok, in this case… a dog napper.”

I stepped outside.

There was really nothing else to do.

Walking back toward the car I heard a door close on the other side of the street.

There was Buster!

I whistled and he came running.

Attached to his collar was a small envelope. A red beam of light was dancing across it.

I quickly opened the envelope.

Enclosed was a small slip of paper and these typed words… Leave Now!

I did.

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Requirements: Write a 200 word flash fiction story using ideas form teh photo prompt.

Finding the Time


I still have many interests for this new year.

  • Teaching
  • Astronomy
  • Archaeology
  • Music
  • Writing
  • Walking/ Hiking
  • JMU sports games
  • Gardening
  • Camping
  • Following the DUKE Blue Devils in basketball
  • Watching the Olympics… Movies
  • Finding easy-to-make recipes
  • Completing the house for retirement

FInding the time to funnel all these desires into a 24-hour day can be difficult!

Written for The Daily Post: Funnel. I have been having problems finding something of meaning to create an answer for the prompts this year. So I decided to strengthen and tighten my focus. My chosen topics are as follows:  (Monday) Teaching and Life; (Tuesday) Hobbies: Archaeology and Astronomy; (Wednesday) Fitness; (Thursday) Chores; (Friday) Writing; (Saturday) Hobbies: Music and Photography; and (Sunday) Hobbies: Gardening and Birdwatching.